Is he real?

Jiro, wearing his leather jacket and scruffy jeans, walked back and forth in the grand lobby of the mental hospital, looking anxious based on the way his brows were arched and his normally styled hair looked messy.

He paused to look up at the high ceiling and sighed, before continuing his pathless journey. It seemed like he was absorbed in his thoughts, not paying attention to the receptionist's questioning stare.

Jiro finally spotted his familiar psychiatrist walking down the hall, her caramel brown hair pulled back and her round glasses perched on her nose. He rushed towards her, his eyes widening in relief as he recognized her.

Mayako Hano smiled courteously as she saw him.

"It is nice to see you again. How are you?"

Jiro bowed his head in respect.

"Well, I wish I could say I'm fine," the man replied, slightly sad as he met the doctor's gaze.